Saige’s [POV]

I drop to the floor like a stone.

In the seconds it takes for me to land, I’ve stopped thinking. Or breathing. Or… anything.

The terror coursing through my veins is almost drugging, making my skin icy cold despite the sweat I feel forming under my arms.

My knees burn with the speed I crawl across the floor. Someone calls out to me. Sam, I think, but I ignore her and crawl as if my life depends on it because right now you can bet it does.

Sweat slides from ...